Novels by diepreyeebipade

Alexander's POVThe drive back from the shoot was quiet, but the silence between us wasn’t calm—it was electric. I could still feel the heat of her lips on mine, the way her body had trembled against me even though she had tried to fight it. Valda was seated at the far end, her eyes looking outside the window with her arms wrapped around herself.“You keep saying you hate me,” I finally broke the silence, my voice low, “but your body tells me something completely different.”She didn't say anything, nor glance at me which made continue."I still wonder why you disappeared years ago, if you still want me like this." Her head snapped towards me, her eyes blazing red with years of anger. Till today, I still wondered what I had fine that made her hate me so much. It was all fun five years ago just with everyone else, but Valda had taken it personal.Valda let out a sharp hiss, the kind of sound that was pure venom. “Don’t flatter yourself, Alexander. What happened back there was part of

Valda’s POVThe savory smell of freshly made pancakes alongside freshly squeezed orange juice was the first thing that hit me when I came down the stairs. My hair was still messy from sleep, my silk robe tied loosely around me.I was still getting used to the luxury of Alexander’s penthouse. Everything about it screamed money— the beautiful paintings, the glass walls and the exquisite furnitures.I saw him sitting at the long dining table, his eyes fixed on his phone. He was dressed sharply even though it was barely morning. A black shirt, sleeves rolled up, showing off his strong forearms and his tattoos. Beside him was a plate of untouched pancakes and a steaming cup of coffee. He looked up the moment he heard me.“Morning,” I said softly, taking my seat, making sure to keep a reasonable distance from him. He chuckled at my actions.“Good, you’re up.” His tone was businesslike. “Eat quickly. We’re leaving soon.”“Leaving?” I blinked at him, placing my hand over my mouth as I yawned

Valda's POVWhen Alexander made the offer, I felt my entire world turn. He was offering me Twenty million dollars. The number rang in my head like church bells, drowning out everything else.That kind of money could change everything. It could relaunch my fashion line, give me credibility again, pay for years of work, and most importantly… secure a future for my daughter.But the man that was offering it was Alexander MaCarro. My worst mistake. My greatest regret. The man who had destroyed my life once before. There was no way i was going to accept it.I stared at him, my throat tight. His eyes glittered with amusement, as if he already knew I would say yes. And that was what made my blood boil the most—he was right.I hated him for it.“I’ll do it,” I finally said, my voice steady even though my insides were still shaking. “But this is just business. Nothing more.” I made it clear.His smirk widened. “I've always known you were smart. You've made a good choice.”Within the hour, Char

Alexander's Pov I sat in my penthouse, the city shining beneath me, but inside the room was pure chaos. Charles, my head of PR, was pacing around like someone that was mentally while Mia, my personal secretary, clicked furiously at her tablet, her face had no smile at all.“This is a nightmare,” Charles said, running a hand through his thinning hair. “Your reputation is shattered, Mr. MaCarro. The slap has gone viral. Everyone is talking about it—news outlets, gossip sites, influencers. You’ve been humiliated in public."Mia looked up from her screen. “Investors are already nervous. If this continues, the company will suffer a great loss."I leaned back on the sofa, a whiskey glass in my hand, and watched them going crazy. Personally, I didn’t see the big deal. It was just a slap. I’d been through worse. But for the corporate world, appearances mattered. My late father had taught me this since i was just a kid. Charles stopped pacing and looked at me. “Sir, you need to say somethi

Valda povThe moment my phone rang, my heart jumped It was Mr. Turner, my soon to be sponsor. I quickly answered the phone, wiping off my tears.“Hello, Mr. Turner,” I said, forcing a smile into my voice.But his tone was flat, almost cold. “Valda, I’m calling to let you know I won’t be sponsoring your fashion line anymore.”It felt as if somebody had punched me in the face. My throat tightened. “What? No—please, Mr. Turner, you can’t do this. You promised. I’ve worked so hard for it."“I can’t risk my name being linked with you after what happened,” he said sharply. “That scene with Alexander MaCarro is all over the news. People are talking. I can’t afford that kind of scandal.”“Please,” I whispered, my heart was heavy “It was a mistake. I promise you that it won't happen again."But he cut me off. “My decision is final. I wish you luck, Valda.”And just like that, he hung up.I stood frozen, staring at the screen. My hand shook, and the phone fell from my fingers onto the bed. Ever